My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

She perked up immediately as I stroked the outside of her pussy. Pressing down lightly on the small of her back I slipped two fingers inside her. Skye subtly pushing down against me. Finding her spots fairly easily, I fingered her until she screamed with ecstasy. Pounding my fingers inside her, stroking her clit and g-spot at roughly the same time until she was coming all over the place. Stroking her delicate pussy lips, I kissed the back of her neck as she came down. Letting her know she was forgiven. Even more sure she was the one.

Scooping her up into my arms I carried my little pet into the en suite. It was still early and we both needed a shower.

“That good?” I asked, as the water pounded into the tub from the faucet.

I usually showered pretty cold but want Skye to be comfortable if she was going to be sharing tile space with me.

“Yes, master,” she said, pulling her hand back from under the flow.

Pulling the lever, I picked her up again, and we got under the spray. Sky stayed against me, eve when I put her down. Keeping her arms around my neck. Gently turning her around, I kept my arms around her was I washed her all over, particularly her pussy and asshole, getting her squeaky clean. Which still didn’t feel quite as intimate as when I washed her hair. Skye giving herself over to me in every case.Chapter Nineteen - SkyeThe drive back to my place was pretty quiet. Not an uncomfortable silence, born of an inability to find anything to say. The silence was the quiet of a pet knowing her place, and her master with no orders at the moment. When we were together, outside of work at least, I spoke when spoken to, or to ask or give permission for a particular activity. It was put to my master whether we conversed or not.

Without a word, I got out of the car after it parked in front of my rental. Simon put a hand on my back to indicate that I should wait. Not moving a inch once on the sidewalk, Simon joined me, taking my hand. Far from anyone who knew us, most oof the other employees living on the island, we were free to be as affectionate and open as we wanted to be.

Leading me up the stairs, Simon reasserted his authority. Once again in completely control of my body and will. He could have done anything to me and I would have accepted it. What’s he opted to do both surprised and pleased me. Taking me up to my room, he stopped in the middle of the floor. Half way between the bed and the closet. I wasn’t quite sure which one I wanted more, figuring out pretty fast what he would do with the closet.

Opting for the closet option, followed closely by the dresser, my master chose an outfit for me, laying it out on the bed piece by piece. He had already dressed me in what I’d been wearing the night before. Doing up my hair before we left his house. With gentle surprisingly expert hands, he had me back out of my clothes in no time. I felt no same being naked in front of him. If anything I was coming to enjoy it, which surprised me a little.

It didn’t last though. My master quickly dressing me again in the clothes of his choosing like I was his very own doll. He also let down and rebranded my hair in a smiling more fitting my new outfit. I didn’t know how he did it but somehow Simon had found clothes among the mess o my wardrobe that made me look better thank anything I’d ever managed. I looked great, while still able to be warm and couldn’t help but smile.

Taking my hand once again, he brought me back out to his car. Apparently wanting to drive me to work.

The restaurant was small in a cozy way. The sort of place I’d heard about but never really been to. Simon was just full of surprises.

He insisted on sitting on the other side of the table despite ho much I wanted him near me. He was willing to compromise however, and kept a hand on my knee under the able the entire time. The tables all had traditional white linen table cloths so no one was any the wiser.

Again, things were pretty quiet. Simon holding to a Stoic pattern I didn’t dare disrupt, no matter how much the need to speak burned in me. Still, I was a good girl and kept quiet. Waiting for may master to speak first.

“How is the manuscript going?” He asked, making me so happy I could cry.

“It’s done. I did the analysis and everything. I brought it t your office but you weren’t there. I would have given it to you last night but, gosh this is going to sound silly. I dind’t give it to you last night because you didn’t ask for it.”